Shutting The Door Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shutting The Door



Slow moving dangles, flowing behind my mind's
evolution, not able to keep up any longer
with the other sentiments, poking and prodding
me incessantly.
There's no way to escape from this hell so I
shut the door and walk away into the sunset.

(12: 07 a.m. - 11/15/13)

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